Dude #1: Sure, it’s all summery now, but you know in six months it’s all gonna be snowin’ again and shit.
Dude #2: Fuck that.
–PATH train
Overheard by: Duncan Pflaster
Dude #1: Sure, it’s all summery now, but you know in six months it’s all gonna be snowin’ again and shit.
Dude #2: Fuck that.
–PATH train
Overheard by: Duncan Pflaster
Man: Dude, your marketing department — they’re like a bunch of baby birds!
Woman: I know! And I’m sick of throwing up in their mouths.
–57th & 5th
Mother: You’re so pretty.
Four-year-old daughter, stomping: Don’t call me pretty! I need to be smart and pretty!
Mother: Okay, you’re smart.
Four-year-old daughter, crying: Nooo! Mom! Don’t just say ‘smart.’ Say ‘smart and pretty.’ It needs to be both! I can’t just be smart! Smart and pretty, together!
–Park Ave South
Overheard by: Lauren Joyce
Chick: So, I went over to tell the guy to stop masturbating on the subway–
Dude, interrupting: –Wait, he had it out?!
Chick: Yeah, he had it out! And he called me a fascist for telling him to stop!
–4th & 6th
Big black lady #1: Have you been to that new Queens mall?
Big black lady #2: No.
Big black lady #1: Half the people be shoppin’, half of ’em be watchin’ people, and I don’t even know ’bout the other half. It gets so damn crowded!
–1 train
Overheard by: No Kidding
Nine-year-old blonde: I’m not pretty.
Nine-year-old brunette: Yes, you are. You’re super pretty!
Nine-year-old blonde: I’m not pretty enough. I’m not Paris Hilton-pretty.
–Hudson & Perry
Overheard by: Talia
Girlfriend to boyfriend trying to stick trash down her pants: That’s not a garbage can!
–48th St, Sunnyside, Queens
Male employee #1 refolding shit-load of shirts: If I ever see a girl on the street wearing one of these shirts, I’m gonna punch her in the face.
Male employee #2: Yeah.
–Urban Outfitters, 11th & 2nd
Overheard by: Shelby
Preschool girl: Mom, can we go to that restaurant? I’m so hungry!
Mom: No, we’re almost home.
Preschool girl: But Mom! I’m so hungry I just drank my own spit!
–M86 bus, 86th & York
Overheard by: Cynthia
Eight-year-old black boy: Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall. Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall.
Mom: I told you to stop that!
Eight-year-old black boy, three minutes later: Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall. Skeet, skeet, skeet all over the wall.
–Restroom, Penn Station
Overheard by: Amanda
